19 March 2011

hind·sight.

recognitionof therealities or possibilities

ofasituation, event,decisionetc.,

afteritsoccurrence.

It was 11:14 PM when it happenedBut let me factor in day light savingsAt least give me that--so I can feel a little betterSo...It was 12:14 AMAnd I was jolted--transported out of a pleasant dreamlandInto a terrible / fiery / hellish realityI wasn't in my bedNoI was in a hotel I was lucky to have fallen asleep at allI'm one of those peopleThose people who do not sleep well--periodLet alone in hotel roomsIt took me a moment to remember where I wasTo orient myselfTo realize why I had woken upThere were, If measuring off of volume aloneForty teenage girls laughing, screaming,And racing down the hallwayThey were staying in a roomThat very possibly could have been the one I was once sleeping inYes, I was certain that this mob of girlsHad somehow gotten into our roomI checked it out and sure enough Our extra lock was still in place and secureSomehow--some impossible wayEmma, Eva, and Kristi didn't wake upI waited. Positive it would only take a minuteUntil they were wide-eyed and irritated tooBut it didn't happenAnd I am convinced That if there were a fire alarm sounding Above their headsThey wouldn't stirI was baffled and jealousI still am franklyThat they could just continue on sleeping...Enough time had passed that I was fumingI almost went out in my nightgownTo yell at these young girls.I had lost my mind (clearly)I talked myself into just calling the front deskI spoke with Paula--a very kind womanWho promised to call securityAnd get things quieted down immediatelyI hung up the phone and sat thereNot feeling satisfied and proudBut feeling sad and sick and maybe even sorryBecause guess what? I have been one of those loud girlsOn the other side of the much-too-thin hotel wallWith my friendsI have gotten in trouble for simply having funAnd I feel sorry. Sorry for stealing a restful night's sleep from people I don't knowBut I am more sorry/sad for ruiningA funny, happy, competitive girls nightThat the young girls next door had going onAt 12:14 AM I became a real, lame adultAnd I want it back.

Oh man, I have had the same experience happen and you wanna just scream and tell them to shut up, but like Kaley said, we were probably the worst ever! I'm not the best sleeper either, I can empathize with you....xoxo.

Friends.

Our. Story.

We were kids. The boy made me cry on the bus. I hated him. He wasn't fond of me. We grew up. Shared the same group of friends. I forgave him. Soon we were best friends. He liked me. But I liked him first. We fell in love. That is where we intend to stay.